1. The love given to me 400-word essay (reference)

What is maternal love?

One afternoon, I just came home from school and did my homework. Maybe I was distracted. Halfway through, I really wanted to read a book. I walked out of the room quietly: my mother was preparing lessons in the room. There was a burst of joy in my heart, and I secretly smiled evilly: Haha, she can’t control me this time! It’s time to “carnival”! I walked gently to the bookcase, quietly opened the door of the bookcase, and took the book I wanted to read most. I sat down at the desk, glanced at a few pages, and then stuffed them into the gap between the desk and the cabinet. Then, I pretended to be nonchalant and did my homework absently for a while. I looked around furtively, then quietly took out the book and read it eagerly. But I didn't know that my mother happened to come out of the study at this time and happened to see me reading in the room. She probably didn't quite believe her eyes, so she took a closer look. Now, the fox's tail can't be hidden. At first, I came up with some crappy excuses, but my mother saw through them immediately. My mother was so angry that I was as panicked as an ant on a hot pot. There is no good fruit to eat this time. I thought to myself. But my mother didn't seem to be angry, and I even felt there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Mom took the book away without saying a word. I had no choice but to bury myself in the pile of books and chew on words, but there seemed to be something in my heart that I couldn't put down. I hesitated for a moment, tore off a piece of graph paper from the back of the exercise book, wrote something hastily, and then hesitantly handed it to my mother. When my mother saw it, her frown relaxed. She also wrote something on the note and handed it to me. It turned out that I wrote a letter of guarantee, and my mother left a message underneath: "It's okay. I can't do this again." I raised my head and looked at my mother. She looked at me very kindly, and there seemed to be sparkling tears in her eyes.

The autumn wind blows. The fallen leaves sadly leave their long-lasting destination. On that refreshing golden autumn evening, my mother gave me the truest love. This incident has always shone brightly in my colorful memories. 2. Who gave me love 400-word essay 8 articles

As soon as the class *** rings, the students who were in class together one moment, the activities of boys and girls are completely different the next moment! When the boys heard the end of get out of class, they ran out like crazy. The bored girls could only hurriedly take out the love-hate version of "September Day". They loved its exciting plot and hated it. It always comes out so slowly. Sometimes when I was drinking milk while watching, I was so fascinated that I almost took the milk from my deskmate to drink. That was quite thrilling! Sometimes when I see a new one, I scratch my head and slap the table to borrow it, as if I've been on stimulants, afraid that I won't be able to catch up with the plot!

"Xin Ning! Lend me another copy of "Stealing Stars in September". Just one, just one. I really only borrow one. I will return it to you immediately after reading it. , Just lend me a copy——"

"Okay, okay, just lend it to you! Don't ask me for it after reading it! I'm going to be so annoyed by you. Go away! Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

The fat on her chubby face was squeezed upwards by her wide mouth, which was extremely funny. .

After receiving the book, Lan Lan flew back to her seat and started reading with gusto. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes my eyes flash with tears, sometimes I pound the table angrily... I am no exception. After receiving this precious book, it seems to have become one-half of my life after class. Read it after class, read it on the way, read it while eating... After eating, I couldn't wait to pull out the book I was carrying. Before I could see the highlight, I bumped into the aunt at the door with a "bang", and with her terrifying My eyes collided, and I realized at that time that it used to take me a long time to get from the classroom to the dormitory. But this time, I seemed to be flying a plane, it was so fast! Maybe I was too fascinated by it! When I returned to the dormitory, I was not the only one who was fascinated. Look: she bit an apple in one bite, holding a sock in one hand, and looking at it intently while holding a book in her other hand. The other sock was blown by the wind. It's so far away, she's looking for it...

We are really obsessed with "September", but we don't forget to study in the classroom, and we do both in class and out of class.

3. A 400-word essay on the love my mother gave me

Motherly love

One afternoon, I just came home from school and was doing my homework. Maybe I was distracted and I finished it halfway. , I really wanted to read a book. I walked out of the room quietly: my mother was preparing lessons in the room. I felt happy and secretly smiled: Haha, she can’t control me this time! It’s time to “carnival”! I walked gently to the bookcase, quietly opened the door of the bookcase, and took the book I wanted to read most. I sat down in front of the desk, glanced at a few pages, and then stuffed it into the desk and cupboard. Then, I pretended to be nonchalant and did my homework absently for a while. I looked around furtively, then quietly took out the book and read it eagerly. But I didn’t know that my mother happened to be there at this time. When she came out of the study, she happened to see me reading in the room. Maybe she didn't believe her eyes, so she came closer and took a closer look. This time, the fox's tail couldn't be hidden. At first, I was looking for I used some very poor words to defend, but my mother saw through it immediately. My mother was so angry that I was as panicked as an ant on a hot pot. There is no good fruit to eat this time. I thought to myself, but my mother She didn't seem to be angry, I even felt there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. Mom took the book away without saying a word. I had no choice but to bury it in the pile of books again, but there seemed to be something in my heart that I couldn't put down. I hesitated for a moment, tore off a piece of graph paper from the back of the exercise book, wrote something in a hurry, and then handed it to my mother hesitantly. When my mother saw it, her frown relaxed. She also read the note. I wrote something on it and gave it to me. It turned out that I wrote a guarantee letter and my mother left a message underneath: "It's okay. I can't do this again in the future." I raised my head and looked at my mother. She said kindly Looking at me, her eyes seemed to be shining with sparkling tears.

The autumn wind blew. The fallen leaves sadly left their long-term destination. On that golden autumn evening, my mother gave me the truest love. This thing has always shone brightly in my colorful memories. 4. A 400-word composition for the fourth grade about the love my mother gave me

The greatest person in the world is mother, and mother’s love is selfless love and greatness. Mother's love for us is something we can enjoy endlessly throughout our lives. Mother's love for us is selfless and does not ask for anything in return.

I am very happy that I also have a mother like this. I am very picky about food. Whenever I eat, my mother always tries her best to cook all kinds of delicious food for me and make me eat well. She also takes me to eat KFC and steak. Once I didn’t want to eat, my mother said to me He said: "As long as you finish the meal, I will reward you with an ice cream." I finished the meal in one bite. My mother was really well-intentioned.

Whenever I am sick, my mother will treat me meticulously. She cares about me and loves me. If I don’t go to class for a new class, she will explain it to me with a book and teach me how to recognize new words. If I have a cold, fever, and dizziness, my mother will take the trouble to carry it on my back. I go to school.

My mother is most concerned about my study. No matter it is windy, rainy, cold or hot, my mother always sends me to school. When I don’t know how to solve some questions in the book, my mother will look for them with a pen. Give me the correct answer, and then tell me the method so that I can do it myself. When I was careless in my homework, my mother did not scold me, but stood by to know me and help me. She told me not to make such a stupid mistake next time.

Whenever I see the white hair on my mother’s forehead, I feel sour in my heart. The teacher tells us to always have a grateful heart. I must study hard and grow up to repay my mother. Here I use A poem to praise mother: The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body. The seams are tight before departure, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. 5. "

I am A happy child and so much love in my life. I have the love given to me by my father and mother; I also have the care given by my teachers... My father's love is unconditional in obeying my bad temper, and he won't scold me endlessly if I don't do well in exams.

The love that my father gave me is a love that no other person can match. I remember a unit test in fourth grade. When the math test paper was handed out, I was dumbfounded when I saw the red number. The score of ninety-two and five points is still far from what my father wants from me! I thought I would get a score of 95 or above, but suddenly it was like a basin of ice water that had just been frozen from the refrigerator, cutting me from my head to my feet!

After analyzing the test, the teacher asked us to take the test paper home and sign it. That day, I was overwhelmed, carrying my schoolbag, and walked home slowly. When I got home, I dragged my schoolbag and hid in my little world - my room. While I was doing my homework, I was crying and thinking: "Should I show the test paper to my father? He will definitely be very angry after reading it. A scolding is inevitable. Why don't you give it to him? Imitate his signature and write, No, wouldn’t that be deceiving oneself? The teacher said that good children cannot lie!

I was thinking wildly when my father asked me to have dinner. I came to the dinner table without saying a word. I was eating rice with my head covered, and I didn’t even eat my favorite braised pork. But my father was so angry that he didn’t ask anything. Suddenly, he put down his chopsticks. I thought he was going to start asking about homework, but he didn’t ask me anything. But he left. This move almost scared me to death!

Finally, I finished this "long" dinner.

I still closed the door with a bang, and I said to my father silently: "Dad, I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations of me. This exam did not meet your requirements for me. I'm sorry, but I will definitely do it next time." Do it well." I went back and looked at the test paper again, ah? Dad actually signed it!

My eyes are moist, my father’s love is so selfless! 6. A 400-word essay on the love my father gave me

I remember one time when my mother was on a business trip and I suddenly had a high fever in the early morning, my father helped me get dressed and drove to the hospital. Dad went to the hospital to buy a phone number first, and then went to see a doctor. My father took me to an uncle who asked me to take my temperature. The result was: 39.5 degrees. The doctor looked at the thermometer, then without raising his head, he wrote the order and let us go. On the way, I said to my father, "Did I swallow it and go to the hospital? That uncle didn't even raise his head, he wrote us a bill and paid us 200 yuan." Dad told me to stop talking and go get some water now. I had no choice but to go to the injection area with my father. When I arrived at the injection area, a nurse gave me fluids. First test the skin, and then drink water. After the skin test, my father and I found a seat and sat down, waiting for the nurse to bring me water. When a piece of the bottle of water was about to fall, my father noticed that a bag was gradually forming on my head, so he called the nurse. The nurse kept saying sorry. Later their owner came and asked what was going on. My father told the director what happened. After hearing this, the director also said sorry and said, "Let's do this. You can ask your daughter to give her the original potion and then another bottle of disinfectant potion. This will You don’t have to pay for the bottle of potion." After saying that, the director called the nurse away. When I changed a bottle of medicine, I changed to a nurse. This nurse was very familiar with injections, and practice makes perfect. After a while, the bag on my head disappeared, and my father's face was obviously much happy.

Not only my father, but also my mother, they care about me meticulously every day. I love my parents very much and am very grateful to them. 7. Composition "The Love My Parents Give Me" 400 words

These four words "I love my parents" sound very ordinary, but these ordinary four words contain a lot of meaning. Very strong love.

When I was in kindergarten, the children in my class were very bold in class activities and said whatever they thought of. But I was very timid and did not attend any class. I raised my hand to answer questions and did not participate in many activities in the class. My parents learned about my situation from the teacher and patiently guided and educated me, which gradually inspired me and the students in the class. The child is now the same, lively and cheerful, and has the courage to raise his hand to answer questions. The teacher also said that I have changed a lot. In fact, this is all the result of my parents. I also thank my parents from the bottom of my heart.

One thing that happened during the summer vacation of my second grade moved me the most. One day during the summer vacation, I suddenly got sick. My skin was allergic and I felt very uncomfortable. My parents rushed me to the hospital. They ran away. After that, my father accompanied me to find a doctor, see a doctor, and buy medicine. My mother went home and cooked for me and sent me to the hospital. My parents took turns to take care of me. The illness healed quickly, but my father also had a cold. I am very grateful to them. My parents' love is honey. Always warm and sweet; parents' love is like a flower, always blooming in a happy place; parents' love is like a big tree, always with lush green leaves; parents' love is like the sea, always broad and deep

Let us sincerely express our gratitude. I wish all the parents out there and say “Mom and Dad, thank you. May you be forever young and healthy."

Hope to adopt 8. "(Someone) Gives Me Love" 450-word essay

The temperature of nature can be measured with a thermometer , and the warmth of family cannot be summarized in terms of units and exquisite words.

Since I was born, my father and mother have given me a lot of warmth. What I remember most is the warmth given by my mother. My warmth, I have had a careless problem since I was a child, which was also the fatal point of my exam. When I went to school, my mother said: "Binbin, now that you are a fifth grader, you must correct this careless problem." I held my head high and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely do well in the exam." I put my schoolbag on my back with a "swipe" sound and went to school. The exam started. I looked at this simple paper and the questions that I knew how to do, and thought: I will definitely do well in the exam this time! After a few days, the test paper was handed out. , I saw a score of 78. I returned home with a depressed mood, thinking: I didn't do well in the exam and didn't listen to my mother's advice. My mother came back, and I quickly put the paper behind me, my face turned pale. I took a step forward, and I became even more nervous, thinking: This is terrible, my mother will definitely beat me. Unexpectedly, my mother stroked my head and said, "Binbin, did you fail in this exam?" "I gave her the paper helplessly. I thought she would hit me. Unexpectedly, my mother took my hand and analyzed the wrong questions. At this time, it was a ray of sunshine that melted the snow in my heart. , warmed my heart. After analyzing the wrong questions, my mother told me a lot of truth. From then on, I was no longer careless or sloppy in answering questions.

I couldn't help but say: "Mom, thank you!"

This is the love my mother gave me.

It is said that maternal love is the most precious emotion in the world, but I feel that maternal love is not only the love of a mother’s gentle smile, meticulous care and touching words, but also the mother’s daily and careful nurturing. Teach us love.

One afternoon, I just came home from school and did my homework. Maybe I was distracted. Halfway through, I really wanted to read a book. I walked out of the room quietly: my mother was preparing lessons in the room. There was a burst of joy in my heart, and I secretly smiled evilly: Haha, she can’t control me this time! It’s time to “carnival”! I walked gently to the bookcase, quietly opened the door of the bookcase, and took the book I wanted to read most. I sat down at the desk, glanced at a few pages, and then stuffed them into the gap between the desk and the cabinet. Then, I pretended to be nonchalant and did my homework absently for a while. I looked around furtively, then quietly took out the book and read it eagerly. But I didn’t know that my mother happened to come out of the study at this time and happened to see me reading in the room. She probably didn't quite believe her eyes, so she took a closer look. Now, the fox's tail can't be hidden. At first, I came up with some crappy excuses, but my mother saw through them immediately. My mother was so angry that I was as panicked as an ant on a hot pot. There is no good fruit to eat this time. I thought to myself. But my mother didn't seem to be angry, and I even felt there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Mom took the book away without saying a word. I had no choice but to bury myself in the pile of books and chew on words, but there seemed to be something in my heart that I couldn't put down. I hesitated for a moment, tore off a piece of graph paper from the back of the exercise book, wrote something hastily, and then hesitantly handed it to my mother. When my mother saw it, her frown relaxed. She also wrote something on the note and handed it to me. It turned out that I wrote a letter of guarantee, and my mother left a message underneath: "It's okay. I can't do this again in the future." I raised my head and looked at my mother. She looked at me very kindly, and there seemed to be sparkling tears in her eyes.

The autumn wind blows. The fallen leaves sadly leave their long-lasting destination. On that refreshing golden autumn evening, my mother gave me the truest love. This incident has always shone brightly in my colorful memories. 9. Write a 400-word essay on the topic of "What" love

Mother's Love The greatest love in the world is the love from mother.

A mother’s heart is pure, and every mother who is supreme has the most devout love. There is a true love hidden inside.

My mother has a pair of bright eyes and a head of black hair with a few silver hairs mixed in. This may be a testimony of her hard-working life. Other mothers are very concerned about their children, and my mother is no exception.

I remember it was one winter afternoon when I came home from school. It was raining heavily. When I went up the stairs, I always felt top-heavy. As soon as I got home, I fell on the bed. In the evening, my mother came back from get off work after a tiring day. She saw me lying on the bed, touched my hot forehead, looked at my painful expression, and looked at the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying a word, she put on her raincoat and carried me to the hospital on her back. Go.

Along the way, the wind roared harder, the rain fell harder, and the wind and rain hit us mercilessly. After arriving at the hospital, my mother called me a number, the doctor gave me an injection, and I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. Seeing that I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair, nodded, and was speechless with excitement.

My mother is like a hard-working gardener, working tirelessly to cultivate me. My mother has worked hard for me and constantly encouraged me. She only hopes that one day, I can become an extraordinary person among ordinary people.

In short, the hard work and love my mother has put in for me are immeasurable. I want to study hard and honor my mother.

The second part of the 500-word essay on Mother's Love Mr. Ba Jin said: "There is nothing that can replace parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and the love our parents have for us is even more important. Unrivaled, incomparable.

We may not understand our parents sometimes, but no matter what, they love us in different ways. My mother gave birth to me when I was 23 years old. When I came into this world, my mother went through all kinds of hardships and selflessly nurtured me to grow up healthily.

In my heart, the warmest and tenderest place is not in the warm quilt, but in my mother’s arms, because no matter the wind, rain or ups and downs, my mother’s arms are my haven, my soul. of sustenance. In the process of children's growth, some unsatisfactory things will inevitably happen. As a mother, you will definitely educate your children and even use force.

The same thing happened to me. I remember that when I was a child, my mother would never take action because I did not do well in exams. No matter how hard my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid of catching the look of disappointment in my mother’s eyes, so several times when I did not perform well in exams, I thought I secretly hid the test papers and secretly made up my mind: "I will definitely not be like this next time!" Whenever my mother asked me where the papers for the recent exams were, I blushed and said: "It hasn't been distributed yet.

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One time when my mother was cleaning up the table, she accidentally opened the drawer, and my "secret" was revealed. She picked it up, looked at it, and asked me in surprise: "When was this paper from?" "This...this..." I blushed and stammered. My mother didn't hesitate at all after hearing this. She angrily picked up the broom and hit me.

My mother scolded me every time she hit me. He slapped me and said: "It's the mother's fault if she was raised or not taught. When did you learn to lie?" You said when did I beat you because you didn't do well in an exam? But not only did you hide the papers, you also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the harder I cried. My mother shed tears, but her hands didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke. I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and then at me, with tears streaming down her face and hitting her child. The pain was in my mother's heart.

I thought that I had really made my mother sad this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in the wound. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my mother was giving me pain.

Through the light, I also saw my mother’s eyes, filled with crystal tears... After this incident, I learned that lying is wrong, and lying will cost a lot. The price. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No"

Because I understand that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. This is not abuse but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family relationships.

I believe that the love of mothers in the world for their children is never-ending. She was busy and tired, but she didn't have time to rest and had to worry about me.

Once the test paper was handed out, I only scored more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced. It was a big decision that my mother would study with me at home for two months.

My mother usually works very seriously and is a typical "workaholic". Because my studies were declining, my mother actually gave up work to help me improve my grades. Mom was touched! We worked hard together in the past two months to pass all the subjects. We answered the questions that we didn't understand before. We didn't give up until 12 o'clock every night, and the unit test scores seemed to have improved.

Two days later, I ran home excitedly. I got a double score! None of my minor subjects scored below 90. After the exam, there was a parent-teacher conference. The teacher publicly praised my academic performance for soaring. Later, the head teacher asked my mother, what is the secret that can make my grades rise so quickly? My mother laughed. In fact, there is no secret, it is just hard work.

My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is success. Mother, be more attentive and use your brain. In fact, you are not stupid at all. On the contrary, you are very smart. You also told me to unite my classmates, help my classmates, and respect my teachers. Because of my mother's teachings, I am very serious about my work now, which makes me have a good reputation in school. Many good "buddies" have also become students that the teacher likes.

Now that I am growing up, I gradually understand a lot of things and understand a lot of truths. Who.

My mother always smiles and nods. I know that she is cultivating me with great love.

Love is a mother’s lifelong career, and her care for her children is endless. It’s priceless. My mother’s love is like the vast sea, allowing my little boat to swim in the sea, embracing everything about me.

Although my mother is not a saint, she uses her simplicity and kindness. The heart has guided me to be a strong person in study and life. Year after year, I inadvertently noticed the silver thread on my mother’s head. When I looked closely, there were actually some wrinkles on my forehead. My mother has been broken by *** these years. Really, she has given me so much.

Mom, I love you! In my heart you are the best mother.